Victor laughs a little, shaking his head. “But,” I continue, “do I think it’s really going to benefit them to stay home watching Paw Patrol? No, I don’t.” I shake my head, really meaning it. “I think we have to walk a fine line, Victor, of keeping them safe and happy while showing them the realitie
The boys stayed with Rafe, of course, in the lobby of the jail, waiting for us. As much as I wanted them to experience the realities of their world, I didn’t want it to go that far. They look curiously at their grandfather, though, as he walks wordlessly to the second car that will take him home, Ra
“Um, no?” I say, looking up at her, realizing that…well, that she’s going to think that we’re crazy when we tell her how we know. “Then how…” she wonders aloud, standing up straight and looking between us. “Um…our kids told us?” I respond awkwardly, blushing. I don’t add that my first hint was whe
“Why not have her on call?” Victor replies, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the forehead. “You spent your last pregnancy at free clinics and eating from the day-old selections available at the gas station. We’re doing this one right.” I laugh a little, taking his hand. “Actually, one of those
“What’s going on?” I ask Victor, moving over to him. “News,” he says, staring at the TV with some of his Betas. “Word got out that your dad is back at his house, and the media is having a little bit of a frenzy with it. My teams are holding, no one’s gotten through for an interview or anything but…
That evening I’m happily warming up some of the soup Burton left in the kitchen when I hear the front door open. I turn, curious, and smile when I see that it’s Bridgette peeking through. “Can I come in?” she asks, an eager little smile on her face. She glances around our house, which is still a li
Ian looks up at me, frowning. “But he doesn’t really eat dinner anymore-“ “Just go,” I say, rolling my eyes at Ian’s lack of tact and giving him a little push. Alvin’s already heading for the back door, but Ian takes a moment to glance between me and Bridgette, figuring it all out. “Oh. Okay!” he s
“Come on, little boys,” I call to Ian and Alvin as I stand up. “Come inside with me.” “What!” Alvin protests, running forward a little. “But there might be fireflies – the first ones of the season! We were going to –“ “Nope!” I say, putting my hand out towards them. “Inside!” “Whyyyy,” Ian whines